Chapter 11

Mark stood still and his eyes jittered at what he had heard. United Nations Hero's Law and Order was mandated by the unified government body of the world. It was to regulate heroes' actions and prevent them from abusing innocent people. If a Hero disobeys these laws, it would be the same as being charged with a heavy crime. The Hero had made sure that his actions weren't harmful to the innocent people, but he couldn't imagine himself being charged with another crime, this time by this Magus Association.

But that crime wasn't his; it was by that Lord El-Melloi II, who had given him an opportunity to join this war.

"No...Lord El-Melloi II...you betrayed me!" Mark howled in fury and pointed his index finger at the Magi.

Lord El-Melloi II clicked his tongue in irate. "I have never even met you, Mr. Grayson. It's an imposter who tricked you!" the Magi rebutted. However, Mark was not having it.

No...What if this is a trick? What if these people are Masters and they are preventing me from getting my Holy Grail? The thought ran wildly inside Invincible's head and it fueled the fire of anger inside his chest. They were tricking him, he could feel it, and he will not fall for it.

"I don't believe you." Mark uttered as he positioned himself in a ready stance. "You...are all my enemies. I will make sure my wish will be fulfilled!"

He's lost it. Shirou thought and concluded with a pitying expression, but serious frown. He had planned to negotiate the Hero back to his senses, but that plan seemed to have failed before it could even begin. Invincible was already too deep in the rabbit hole of this mystical war. He glanced at Lord El-Melloi II. The Magi was also showing the same expression of disappointment. The Mage took a whiff of his cigar and then, with a heavy heart, he tossed it up and commanded the two.

"Seize him."

Emiya charged first. He crossed his arms on his chest and muttered. "Trace on: Kanshou and Bakuya!" Two short swords materialized in his hands as he jolted up and spun in midair. Mark arched his back, avoiding his swords. He leaped back and tried to gain distance, but the terrorist Magi didn't let him. Emiya took a wide step and pointed his Bakuya sword at the Invincible Hero. Mark quickly leapt back again and flew. With flight, I have an advantage-

"Sech Ein FluB, ein Halt!" Invincible darted his black eyes and saw the girl who had jumped from the floor, leapt from a pillar and threw three ruby gems in the air. The gems sparked and turned into crimson spikes that launched towards him.

"Ah-!" Mark tried to block, but one of the spikes impaled his left thigh. Blood gushed out and a burning pain made him yelp. "Shit!" Mark tried to flee through the glass pane, but his face immediately smacked at the glass. He felt his nose break, making him curse again from his injury while the glass didn't even crack. "What the-"

"I already put a bounded field around this cathedral." the girl said as she stood at a massive chandelier. "There's no escape, Mr. Grayson," she added with a dark frown on her face as she raised her left hand, revealing four ruby gems.

Mark's left eye was now wide in fury and distress. He had been trapped before, but he could easily make way for an exit. However, he had never been trapped in a magical bounded field before. This would be his first time. "Then," Invincible muttered, deranged, before he added. "I should kill you first!"

Invincible dived down to the floor and grabbed a pew. He shot it upward towards the girl. The girl, however, flipped back and landed upside down on the ceiling. The hero growled and began to pick up the pews around him. The girl leapt and took off in an upside-down sprint, avoiding the barrage of pews. She then jumped to a chandelier and threw the four ruby gems. The gems hurled as spikes and started raining down on the Hero.

Invincible quickly hovered to a pillar, only to arch his back again, avoiding the Black Kanshou sword that Emiya swung to his neck. He quickly threw a left hook, but the terrorist blocked it with his white Bakuya sword. The man then lurched forward as the hero turned around and started to fly in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile, Lord El-Melloi II was left with the injured Trollhunter. The Magi was kneeling beside the boy, analyzing his armor and trying to figure out how he would take it off. "Jim, James Lake Jr., can you hear me?" he asked as the Trollhunter only nodded weakly.

"Jim, can you tell me how to remove your armor? I'm sure it's easy because its magical." he said in a hurried manner and the boy slowly lifted his hand and pulled the amulet out of his chest plate. The broken armor burst into blue glitter, revealing his casual clothes underneath. Lord El-Melloi II almost gasped in shock. The boy's injuries are very evident. His blue sweater was completely dark red from his blood and his face was all bloody from the open wounds around his cheeks and forehead. It's a miracle that you're still alive.

"I will move you, so please bear the pain." the Magi said as he suddenly scooped the boy by his arms. Ok, he's light. Jim groaned in agony as Lord El-Melloi II quickly carried him away from the battle. He went around a corner and entered a small side chapel, laying the boy on an empty pew.

"Hang on, Jim. I'll cure you."

"Why are you helping me?" Jim uttered the words with confusion and pain in his voice. The Magi looked at him with worry.

"Jim, whatever 'I' said to you about this war, about the Holy Grail, it's not true." He took out an ancient Spiritron Kaleido, similar to the Trollhunter. "You were tricked, you and Mark Grayson. I would never invite innocent people like you in this war. Someone had impersonated me!"

Impersonate...what…? Jim wanted to ask more, but he couldn't. His body screamed in soreness, the burning sensation from his wounds had tired his mind. Darkness had taken over his vision as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Mark made a barrel roll to the left as he avoided the girl's ruby spike gems. The gems exploded in midair as the Hero dived down again and slid down on the floor, avoiding one of the terrorist's swords. He moved up again, only to make another sharp yell. A ruby spike hit his back. Blood gushed out of his costume. The Hero crash-landed on the altar. He skidded and hit the tabernacle, destroying it in the process.

He breathed hard as he felt the burning sensation on his back muscle. "Damn it…" he gasped in ire. The Viltrumites were usually fast healers against normal injuries caused by normal weapons or attacks, but the girl and Emiya were both magic users, who used magical weapons and cast magical attacks. It was all too clear for Invincible.

Viltrumites had another weakness – magic itself.

"Mark, please give up. You're walking down a path of ruin." Emiya said pleadingly as the Hero only stared at him with an unforgiving hateful look. "There's still hope for you Mark. You're the Hero of Mankind. I look up to you, many people look up to you, and they all feel safe and happy with your presence." The man slowly approached him, his right hand raised and was reaching for him.

"You don't need the Grail. The Grail is a lie."

The words rang inside Mark's head and it made him feel uneasy. What did he mean? The grail wasn't real? He must be lying. He had summoned a heroic spirit. He had already sacrificed many things and had set up his goal. He was close to fulfilling it. The terrorist must be lying, and Mark had enough with lies.

"I am...a Hero, Emiya." Mark spat the words hard. He slowly stood up, internally groaning in pain from his injuries, and made a wrathful frown. "And heroes sacrifice something in order to save the world. In my case, I'm going to save the Viltrumites and Humans of this world and in doing so...I will sacrifice everything, even my own humanity!" Invincible put his foot behind him and posed himself in a fighting stance. He was laboring hard for breath, but a look of fortitude formed on his face.

He's really not going to give up. Emiya felt pity for the Hero. Invincible had clearly lost it. "I, too, dream of being a Hero of Justice, Mark. It is the reason why I idolize you." The man said with reminiscing sympathy in his voice. He took three steps back and glanced over towards the girl. A saddened yet serious look was on his face.

Oh, so you're gonna do it here huh. The girl recognized his reaction. It was his signal that he was going to unleash his true power. She jumped down from the chandelier and landed right behind him before she whispered to his right ear. "Emiya, remember, you're going to capture him, not kill him."

"That's debatable now, Rin." Emiya said simply and shifted his focus back at Mark. "Invincible-san, right now, I am a Hero. And as a Hero, I deem you as a threat against humanity." The Hero didn't react as the man raised his right hand.

"I am the bone of my sword." Emiya's hand glowed in blue-green as he started to chant, the mage's magic circuits activating through his voice. "Steel is my body and Fire is my blood." The wind started to rise and circle around him. Mark noticed it and he couldn't help but feel concern. He lowered his hands slightly.

"I have created over a thousand blades."

"Unaware of loss."

"Nor aware of gain."

A bundle of blue-green light started to emit above the man. Then it burst into a long claymore sword. At first, there was only one. However, several similar glittering lights started to appear and take up the cathedral's ceiling. And they turned and solidified into all types of swords, knives, axes and spears, all of which imbued and made with magic.

Mark's eyes widened in angst. He looked around and he saw nothing but endless rows of sharp weapons – all aimed at him. He gasped as he took a step back, but then he quickly brushed it off as he focused his mind on his target.

The man closed his eyes and continued his chant.

"Withstood pain to create weapons, waiting for one's arrival."

"I have no regrets. This is the only path."

Invincible had enough with his magic shows. He quickly charged. "Damn you and your magic!" he roared in pure carnal anger as he flew towards Emiya. The man then opened his grey eyes which turned into gold.

"My whole life was…"

"UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS!"

Emiya threw his arm into the air and, on cue, the swords launched at Invincible.

"Those blades are nothing!" Mark shouted as he threw a right hook, punching a knife away, then a left hook, redirecting a sword's trajectory. But then a spear came into view and, before he could react, it pierced him in his left shoulder. The Invincible reacted and gasped in anguish, only for it to be cut after a claymore sword stabbed his right shoulder.

"Aagh!" Mark howled in a frenzy as three knives buried its blades deeply onto his left thigh, followed by a pair of short bastard swords that pierced his right lower leg. "I will not lose against a terrorist!" Invincible roared in madness as he tried to move forward, but the storm of handheld blades came endlessly and it pushed the poor Hero back while his body was being slashed in every part.

"I won't give up! I won't give up-"

*SLASH*

Invincible tried to thrust himself forward, but his left eye caught a glimpse of a scimitar. He tried to avoid it, but the weapon made contact with his right forearm. A sharp sound of a blade cutting through flesh reverberated loudly to his ears before a large hammer hit him square on his chest. The barrage stopped as Mark hit the wall of the altar before he fell to the floor with a loud thud. He looked at his right hand only to realize that he couldn't see it.

"Wah-what-!" A familiar burning pain slowly crept in as he realized what had just happened. "My right hand- No, my right hand!" His right hand was hacked by a magical scimitar and it was gone.

Mark couldn't believe what had just happened. His whole right hand was gone, his left eye searched frantically for the familiar glint and then he saw it. His right hand was on the floor, beneath the cross. He dived for it and picked it up with his left hand before he looked at the command spells. It was still glowing in red, but he could see that the tattoo was slowly losing its form. It was slowly fading.

It was losing magic.

No...No! Heracles! Mark's eyes widened in pure fear as terror filled his chest. With his right hand detached, the contract between him and Heracles was also severed. His Servant would disappear and it could only mean one thing.

The Invincible Hero would lose.

"No-! Heracles!" Mark shouted in agony as he clutched his right hand, which he was trying to attach back to his opened forearm. Blood was gushing out and began to dye the floor in red.

I can't take this scene. Emiya looked at him with sadness as he felt nothing but sympathy for the downed hero.

"There's no use, Mr. Grayson. With your hand severed, Heracles will soon lose connection to this world. You lose, Invincible-san." The girl, whose name was Rin, said with a matter-of-fact tone as if she was telling the man to give up and accept what had just happened.

You lose...lose…The word rang painfully inside his head and it hurt even more than his wounds. He didn't reply and only wailed with nothing but desperation.

"HERACLES, HELP ME!"

Heracles punched Ishtar in her abdomen with all of his might. The Archer yelped in pain as her back slammed right against the ground. The Berserker then grabbed the Goddess by her left foot, spun her around wildly and propelled her right at Saber who was charging towards him. Ishtar hit Artoria and both of them crashed into the wall of a ruined building. Both of them lay flat on each other and were breathing hard.

"Wha-What the hell-!?" Isthar exclaimed as she sat straight up. "I already used my Noble Phantasm twice on him. When did Heracles become so strong!?"

Saber struggled lifting her head up and let out an aching groan. "Ishtar...please remove yourself from me." she spat the words irritably, and the Goddess immediately hovered above her. The King of Knights stood and glared at the Berserker with enmity.

Something is wrong. Heracles...is too strong for some reason! Saber's mind ran. She had just casted her Noble Phantasm against the Berserker for three times already, and yet the Servant was still standing. If this was the effect of his other Noble Phantasm, the God Hand, which gave him the ability to be resurrected twelve times, then that would mean he could still revive himself seven times. Saber, or Ishtar, needed to kill him seven more times and it bothered her. The Greek hero was a skilled warrior and very agile. He could easily dodge them both.

Heracles growled at them. His right hand raised his axe-sword to the air as he readied to charge towards them. Suddenly, his head turned to his right and his eyes flashed in red before he let out a loud roar. He bent both of his knees and jumped towards the roof of a building.

Saber and Ishtar watched with puzzled reaction as the Servant Berserker fled by jumping from a rooftop of a building to another at a rapid speed.

"Where's that oaf going?" Ishtar asked in irate as Saber watched the receding back of the servant and then she realized where he was going.

"He's going to Jim. He might be planning to kill him!" Saber took off running to the same direction while Ishtar exclaimed loudly for leaving her behind so suddenly.

Mark was swaying as he took a step and hit the wall behind him with his back. Blood was still pouring endlessly from his open wounds that wouldn't heal because of the magical enhanced weapons that were still sticking out of him. He could feel that he was weakening and he didn't know why, either due to blood loss or by the weapon's magical effect, but he wouldn't give up, not just yet.

Emiya and Rin tried to approach him, but he snarled at them. "Mark, you're dying. Those wounds won't close without Rin to heal it. Some of those blades have poison on them. Viltrumites are weak against every kind of magical poison. " Well, after testing it on dead Viltrumites. Emiya thought in a grimace while he remembered his experiments that he had performed on the carcass of Viltrumites who had attacked Earth before.

"Shut up...I...can...still...fight…! I can still fight-and fulfill my wish!" Invincible said in strong rebuttal. He was still clutching his right hand with his left. Rin was watching silently with alertness from behind Emiya when her senses picked up something.

"Emiya, on our left-!" The girl shouted, but it was cut after the two felt the bounded field that they set up earlier suddenly deactivate. The wall on their left gave way and crumbled. The familiar figure of the Berserker loomed at the three.

"Berserker!" Rin exclaimed in shock as the Servant suddenly swung his axe-sword and pushed several pews towards her. Emiya quickly dove and pushed her away from the incoming attack. The two landed in the aisle and looked up again.

Heracles was now on the altar with Invincible cradled in his left arm. He looked at them and cast an angry glare at the two.

"Heracles, huh?" Emiya was about to retaliate, but he noticed something odd. There was a large mirror on the altar behind the Servant. It should have reflected Berserker's muscular body. However, it wasn't showing that, it was showing the same image he saw in the museum – a man with a red cape and white costume that bore a crimson O on the chest part that looked strongly familiar to him.

"Rin, are you seeing this?"

"Yeah." Rin's aqua eyes were both wide from shock. Impossible, why am I detecting two spirit origins inside the Berserker...and who's that person with a red cape and crimson O? And then it hit her, she recognized the reflection and a horrifying realization dawned on her. "Emiya, he's-"

Heracles let out a feral roar before he jumped out of the ruined wall and sprinted off under the night sky.

"I'll follow him!" Emiya wouldn't let him escape. He had to capture Mark so that he could prevent him from creating more destruction.

"Emiya, wait!" Rin called him, but the mage had disappeared after he jumped out of the wall and gave chase to the Master and Servant.

Mark felt the wind blowing right through his ears. The man opened his left eye and he saw faint images of buildings and the night sky. However, his vision swayed. The pain was gone and was replaced by nothing but one feeling.

Tiredness.

Invincible felt the fatigue settle in his mind. He was losing too much blood and he felt very weak. He could still feel the swords and knives sticking out of his body, its metallic edge scraping through his dead nerves, muscles and bone. Sorrow filled his heart as a thought formed on his mind, as a condemned frown appeared on his lips. I'm going to die.

"Grr…" Mark heard Heracles growl, but it sounded so faint and far away. They were moving, leaping from one rooftop to another at a hasty pace. Where was he taking him? Mark didn't know. However, he could feel that his Servant didn't want him to die. He could feel the heat of his body and it was comforting.

Just like dad's. A distant memory played on his mind. He remembered when he was just a child. He got scared of lightning and it prevented him from sleeping inside his room, so he went to his parent's room and slept in between them. The warmth that he was feeling was the same as his father, who hugged and cradled him to sleep before…

A doomed smile spread on his lips. He was dying and he knew it. "Heracles, please stop."

Heracles landed on a road in front of a fountain. Sounds of water falling echoed solemnly to the Hero's ears as the Servant looked down on him.

I have no choice...I'm going to give Heracles my one last command. "Heracles, buddy." Mark winced in distress. He slowly raised his left hand and caressed the Greek Hero's left cheek. "I want you to go to the nearest person. Make a contract with him or her...and carry on without me."

If Heracles was surprised, he didn't show it. He only let out a short growl, but to Invincible, he understood it. He was saying no.

"Please...for the sake of eternal peace and order between all-life forms...go and win the Grail for me." Go Heracles...my noble Greek hero. The Invincible Hero knew that his end was nigh. If he sent Heracles and won the Grail, then he would surely fulfill his wish. All that the Servant needed was to make a contract with someone so that he would gain an anchor to this world again.

Heracles stared his lifeless contemplating golden eyes at him. It was clear to Mark that the Servant was torn into two decisions. Leave him to die or to follow his one last order. The Servant made a low, animal-like, and short woeful moan before he slowly put him down on the ground.

"That won't be necessary anymore, Mr. Grayson." The voice of a girl child, soft cheerful-like, cut sharply through the silent air. Heracles turned around and bared his fangs when his eyes saw a pair of figures. Mark also heard the girl's voice. He slowly lifted his head up and saw a couple standing by an alleyway.

"You…!" Mark recognized the man in a black coat that emerged from the darkness of the alley. It was Lord El-Melloi II. His frown deepened into resentment as the mage slowly walked towards them. Heracles, however, howled loudly with a threatening roar, making him stop.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why to help you, of course." the girl replied to Invincible before she walked out of the shadow of the man. Mark, even though his left eye was swaying from his injuries, saw the girl. She was wearing an all-black coat that matched her hat. Her eyes were deep blood red and her hair was white as snow, softly moving as a cold wind swept through the plaza. A bright and happy smile was plastered on her lips, uncaring to the state of the Hero.

"Lord El-Melloi, would you kindly step back a moment?" the child happily commanded and the man silently did as she asked. The action puzzled Mark, but he was too tired to think.

"Ooh~ this is amazing." The child then began to walk closer and closer to the man, her eyes beaming with curiosity. "I thought Viltrumites were the strongest creatures on Earth. It turns out you guys are so weak against magic." She clapped her hands beneath her chin and tilted her head as if she was inspecting a rare and beautiful dying insect.

"Viltrumites die when they are killed and you're currently dying, Mark." the girl said obliviously. As she was about to take another step closer to the Hero, Heracles made a warning growl. The girl glanced at him and pouted.

"I swear you weren't this touchy before Heracles...when you were her Servant." she stated before she shifted her gaze back at Mark.

"Invincible-san, let's cut to the chase since you're dying." The girl bent her knees and looked at the Hero, straight to his black eyes. "I am Illyasviel von Einzbern II...and I'm your ally."

"Trace on: Harden both legs!" Emiya chanted and the magic circuits in his legs activated. The man pushed and ran at a staggering speed. He made many sharp turns through alleyways and roads as his grey eyes looked below him, following the trail of blood that Invincible had left. He had been chasing them for over an hour and his mind was still filled with one goal.

Rescue and capture Mark.

Mark, I'm not gonna give you up. You can still change! Emiya said with hope as he turned another corner. And then he careened into a stop, his grey eyes landing on a fountain at the end of the road. Right beside it was Heracles and Invincible, who was still unconscious in the Greek Heroes arm. However, that wasn't what surprised him.

Beside the hero was the fake Lord El-Melloi II and a girl with very familiar white hair. A frightened and dark frown appeared on his face.

"Stop right there!" Shirou shouted as a bow and large arrow appeared in his hands. He pointed his weapon at them.

She looked at him and bore her red eyes at him which he completely and painfully recognized.

"Oh...if it isn't Shirou. Finally, we meet!" The girl jovially said with a clap. Her actions, mannerisms, and her voice – it was all too eerily the same for him. The girl looked just like her. The child then pouted as she thought hard before she asked the man. "Shirou, onii-chan, I swear I summoned Arash, a Persian hero, as an Archer-class...so why is there an Ishtar? Did you kill my Archer Servant first? I bet you did."

She knows my name. Emiya felt shivers run down his spine, but he didn't show any fear. He only aimed his arrow at her. "You...who are you!?" You can't be her. I saw her die. A memory resurfaced from his mind and it was a painful one. He frowned and strained as the girl tilted her head to the right and cheerfully replied.

"Oh, but I don't know you well...since I only knew you through her eyes."

"Don't toy with me! Who are you and why do you look like Illya, my dear sister!" You can't be Illya. She died. Emiya thundered in anger, but the girl's smile didn't fade. Instead, it became predatory-like.

"I am Illaysviel von Einzbern II, and I am here to fulfill my one true purpose." she said with truth in her voice. Emiya wanted to ask more, but then she suddenly raised a white gem in the air. He recognized it and he immediately charged at them.

"Stergen!" The girl threw the gem on the ground. A blinding light made Emiya stop his charge and shielded his eyes with his hand.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed as the light disappeared together with the girl and others. The man was left all alone in the fountain plaza.

Emiya sharply breathed the cold air around him, his eyes looking furious and lost. "Shit!" he cursed sharply and looked down at the water on the fountain. His face was reflected back on the black surface, a dispirited frown forming on his lips. The faint image of Illya flashed in his mind and it saddened him.

"Illya…" he muttered to no one. He cast his grieving grey eyes to the night sky as the pocket watch in his black pants pocket rang out loudly, announcing the end of the second round.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Fate/Stay Night, Trollhunters and Invincible cartoon. Names, places and events are purely fictional, if one exists in real life then its purely coincidental.

Special thanks to Pure Red Crane for beta-reading.

Woo-Hoo, I would like to thank everyone who read my fanfic! Welcome to the new chapter! It looks like we've come to the end of the second round! Hooray, and its even a stalement between Jim and Mark! What do you think everyone? Do you all get the hint of plot twist regarding Heracles? Do you like it that the two heroes were stalemate? Well, if you like, leave some reviews below! Thinker out!

Servant:

True Name: Heracles

Class: Berserker

Parameters:

Strength: A+

Endurance: A

Agility: A

Mana: A

Luck: B

NP (2): C-A+ (Nine Lives - unknown), B (God Hand - Anti Unit)

Status: Unknown